Sweet Haram.

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Forget her.
That was what Abba told me, but can I?
Is it possible for me to?
It might have been nothing in the beginning but now.... Its something else. I can't let her go.

Tomorrow I'm officially getting married to Fayza, she's nice but she's not Mallika. She's not my type of girl.

Dahir practically disappeared from the face of the earth at least to me. He left home but it seems like they all know were he went to, I think eventually he'll have to come back to attend his wedding if not I don't see why his parents don't look bothered by his sudden disappearance.

His father practically has his hopes and dreams on him, he wouldn't just let him leave like that.

I want to talk to Mallika but I don't know what to say when I call. She's getting married to my friend and I still love her. What am I supposed to do?

Should I really forget her?

"So? What are you going to do now?"
I stay quiet, is there really anything I can do? I don't think it's possible. None of us are actually okay with the arrangement. And the last thing I can do is confront Fayza. I know Dahir will probably kill me for disregarding his sister but I'm seriously thinking about doing it.

"You space out each time I ask you anything, what are you thinking about?"

I shake my head "What can I do? Dahir's father has already gotten us a house. All three mothers have finally finished the hassling of furnishing both houses. I doubt we can do anything. I'm screwed" I Bury my face in my palms.

"What about Mallika?" he asks.
"She's with her mother 24/7 and my head shuts down each time I call her, I don't know what to say".

"You can reassure her?"

I burst out laughing like a crazy man "And that would make her feel better? Which kind of assurance? Call her and tell her I didn't want this to happen? Or that I'll fix it? Because obviously I can't".

He huffs "Then I don't know what else to say".

"I know".

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Fayza and I were seated in the car, heading to Mallika's house for an event. I'm not even sure what it is, I'm just going.

I stare out the window. I wish I could jump out this window and that would be the last people will see of me but it's not possible.

The car parks and we both come out beaming with fake smiles.

The moment we got out all eyes were on us. People whispering, dancing, taking pictures and videos, clapping, whistling and staring.

All the things I don't really like. Just as we start walking down the aisle I notice Mallika and Dahir already on their seats, next to ours.

He was smiling, widely. You can count on Dahir to pretend everything is okay, that's his life anyway. Mallika looked stunning, I honestly couldn't stop staring, she looked happy but her eyes seem desperate, desperate to escape just like the 3 of us.

We finally sit.
Everyone putting on their best smiles for show.
This is going to be a long day.

Dahir's POV.

I felt irritated to my core. I don't know which bothered me more, the fact that I kept holding her hand and smiling at her lovingly or the fact that Hanif's eyes were on her, not even blinking at Fayza.

I only pretend this much so I wouldn't embarrass her but I'm thinking of Hanif he doesn't care about my own sister why should I care about Mallika.

The MC calls on Fayza and Hanif, they go to the stage and then he calls on us. Mallika stands but I don't. She looks at me. "Is there a problem?"

I huff and walk down leaving her behind, doing so with a wide smile.

I'm sure those old men are probably at our house enjoying themselves, I guess I would have to live my life for baba, every decision made in my life was his, even getting married.

The MC kept talking but I didn't pick up a thing he was saying, everyone was just smiling and laughing. I make eye contact with Fayza, she looked defeated and unhappy.

I guess apart from growing up together with Fayza as siblings, I feel bad each time I see her. She has always been unhappy and that's why I always want to see her smile. Losing her mother was a huge blow for her and I guess it still affects her.

I smile and she smiles back.

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It's already 8pm.
I enter the compound of my new house with my bride. I felt like shooting myself.
Only one house was between ours and Hanif's. Baba was the one who chose it, probably coming up with new ways to officially make me take my life.

"Dahir?"
I turn around and look at her.

"The car is still running" she says timidly.
I just stare at her.

I guess since after the wedding I've just been thinking about how much my father loves me (sarcastically) I completely forgot about her existence.  "Here" I give her the keys. "Just go in".

Without another word she packs her things and walks out.

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Mallika's POV.

I groan, yawning.

I check my time. 3:21am.
I come out of my room and find Dahir's bedroom door open, I go over to close it and realize he wasn't in his bed, in fact he didn't sleep in his room at all.

I check the whole house but he's not in it.
I come out of the house and see him sleeping in his car, he looked so uncomfortable and the car was still running.

I knock on the car window.
"Yeah?" he says sleepily, his eyes still closed.

"It's 3am, the car is still running".
He sits up abruptly and turns it off. "What are you doing awake this late?" he asks packing his babban Riga from the passengers seat before coming out.

He looks at me from head to toe a bit irritated. "How could you come out this late at night without a scarf? You're not even bothered about yourself" he stares at me "Go in".

"Oh" I run in.
"She's even running" he says sleepily.

Immediately he locks the front door he falls on the couch sleeping, snoring lightly.

I wish I could run out and go check if anything is happening at Hanif's, maybe they might be done by now, right?

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